Seeing is Believing, Justine Jakobs
Seeing is Believing, Justine Jakobs
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Look at that, how nice it slides
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
What were you sniffing around, daddy?